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The memories of my past
swarm inside me like a bee hive
overfilled with honey.
I just want my thoughts
to flow out of my mind like a
leaf blown around by the winds wistful
breezes.
Flooding the paper with deep emotions,
draining out my memories from
a pencil, writing words that reflect
a multitude of poems.
I try to rid the past from my present
yet the memories flash in my mind like
a film playing without the sound.
I walk along the sandy shores on the beach side,
the vicious waves crashing thunderously on the sandy side lines.
I walk hoping that each footprint I make
captures a memory torturing my soul.
I just want to keep on walking till all
those haunting memories are gone.
The sun sets at the horizon
darkening all my hopes.
As I look back at all those
footprints delicately pressed in the sand.
I see the faces of my past fade
captured and buried in the sandy fate
that long awaits
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